lost in my thoughts

I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.

I’m about to breakdown and all you care about is if I turn my homework in on time.

Grades should never be so important that you cry till you can no longer breath when you fail

I. Dear math teacher, I’m sorry I didn’t do my homework. I was busy last night fighting off the demons that made a home inside my head. II. Dear English teacher, I’m sorry my essay wasn’t done. I was preoccupied last night, trying to eat my dinner without having my third mental breakdown that day. III. Dear history teacher, I’m sorry I fell asleep in class. I was up all night trying to decide whether or not there was still a point in staying alive. IV. Dear school system, I’m sorry that I’m the one filled with so many apologies. You should be sorry that I feel the need to apologize for my mental health. You should be sorry for making students believe that their grades should come before their lives. You should be sorry for your lack of education and awareness of psychological diseases. And you owe me so many apologizes for all those fucking nights when I stayed up late to finish my homework, despite the blood pouring from my wrists.

Fuck.